Do not embrace your mind’s new negro friendOr embarrass the blackballed jew with memberships:There must be years of atonement first, and even thenYou may still be the blundering raconteurWith the wrong story, and they may still be free.

If you are with them, if even mind is friend,There will be plenty to do: give the liars lessonsWho have heard no rumors of truth for a long timeBut have whatever they hear on good authority,Whether it concerns Chinese women or the arts.

Expose the patrons, some of whose best friendsAre brothers, and who are never now anonymous:What kind of credit do they expect for that,Ask them, or better, ask their protested brothers,The grateful tenants who can’t get their curtsies right.

Finally the injured, who think they have no friend,Who have been convinced by the repeated namesThat they are jews or negroes or some dark thing:They must be courted with the lover’s touchAnd as guiltily as if yourself had turned them inward.

If you complete this program, you will have friendsFrom all the rich races of your human blood:Meantime, engage in the often friendless struggle.A long war, a pygmy war in ways,But island by island we must go across.